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I'm too tired and puffy-eyed for this.
Sep. 2nd, 2003 10:23 pmCrap, I think I have an eye infection. Out of nowhere, too. It's not like I got any weird substances in my eye, foriegn objects, or used someone else's makeup. OW! Stupid hot compress cools down too fast. I've been thinking of too many inventions lately.
(1) The stay-warmer-longer eye-compress-patch
(2) The folding-arms couch/bed
Okay, so that's not a lot, but... whatever.
I'm tired... woke up at 10am today, but being tired (from watching most of "Bowling for Columbine" and cooking an insane amount of food last night... cupcakes, cake, corn on the cob, ravioli...) got maybe an extra half hour of sleep before showering and getting ready to go to SFSU. Why? To get my Bulletin and sit in on one of Joe's classes... what was it? Some kind of mythology.
It was fun, in any case, but since the class was awfully small, I was pretty paranoid about the teacher seeing me, calling on me, asking me what I was doing in there... yeah. It was a short class though, and afterwards, both Joe and I were hungry, since we didn't snag lunch with Vince and Mark at the Dining Hall. We went to Chevy's, oddly enough, because that was what Joe was in "the mood" for. We both had beef fajita burritos, which I KNEW I shouldn't have had, I NEVER finish Chevy's food! *sigh* After that, we went back to my house to finish up "Bowling for Columbine," which is really good-- I don't see why Eva didn't like it when she got to see it in the theaters. Really, truly fantastic. I like Michael Moore, he's funny and inquisitive. However the movie just reinforced why I refuse to go into Broadcast Journalism-- people have the WORST impression of any journalist and a cameraman, but writing things down for print is different-- you have to avoid libel and slander much more delicately, and print is so much more memorable, permanent, and accessible.
Anyway.
Have I mentioned lately HOW MUCH I HATE MY MOM? I know, I know, hate is such an extreme word, but seriously, she's the primary reason why I'm probably apt to be labeled as dysfunctional and psychological. I'm a case, I just know it! Docs would LOVE to pick apart my brain! I stress SO EASILY because of her! It's not that she doesn't encourage me, but she has a sort of negligence that reminds me of the Brits and Colonial America-- "not there, we don't care!" She spends more time with her boyfriend than she does with me; she rarely calls me, and she bitches at me for the dumbest things. I know I ask her not to pester me about chores, but she always finds the worst time (when I have company, when I'm tired, etc.) to rail off and say I "have to START doing" my part around the house, because you know, I don't pay rent, and when I start getting paychecks, I better start paying rent!
Even Mike, who I finally talked to after ALL this time (he says hi, everyone!) says that's just wrong, and she's being a bitch. I couldn't agree more. She's pushing me to a breaking point. I don't know if I'll be able to survive another year. I'm hoping I can find a steady job with a decent enough income so I can at least do the SFSU dorm thing, but... *sigh* That looks like it might take a while. Geez.
My eye is killing me from this eye infection, and I'm just QUICKLY checking my email while talking to Joe about majors and stuff, and she marches out here in her dumb hat and proclaims I have to do the dishes before SHE wakes up, or she'll wake me up. And why? Because she's too damn lazy to do ANYTHING involving household chores herself. I'm not stupid, I realize how insurance and rent has gone up, I know she pays for a lot more than my dad, and yeah, maybe she DOES make less than him, but where does she get off being so bitchy and rude to me for no reason? She asks too much of me, and when I try to be even the least bit calm, civil, polite and understanding, she just ignores me!
Worse... I miss Lonnie. Cest pathetique! I guess he's busy with work and school now, and I suppose I will be too (work, anyway) but... *sigh* What can I say, I just want some silent company.
x_X I'm tired... I'll have to save the Peach Girl volume 16 final act translation for tomorow, before my orientation...
Can anyone tell me what a crew neck shirt looks like?
Anyway, going to log. Hehe, Gina IMd me! Amazing! Larisa told me not to mention her to Gina, but she sounded like she really wants to talk to her... she has a sort of stubborn air about it (sort of like me, I guess) where it's "If she doesn't want to talk to me, why should I talk to her?" Well, that never got anyone anywhere, did it? Yep yep, always the adviser...
(1) The stay-warmer-longer eye-compress-patch
(2) The folding-arms couch/bed
Okay, so that's not a lot, but... whatever.
I'm tired... woke up at 10am today, but being tired (from watching most of "Bowling for Columbine" and cooking an insane amount of food last night... cupcakes, cake, corn on the cob, ravioli...) got maybe an extra half hour of sleep before showering and getting ready to go to SFSU. Why? To get my Bulletin and sit in on one of Joe's classes... what was it? Some kind of mythology.
It was fun, in any case, but since the class was awfully small, I was pretty paranoid about the teacher seeing me, calling on me, asking me what I was doing in there... yeah. It was a short class though, and afterwards, both Joe and I were hungry, since we didn't snag lunch with Vince and Mark at the Dining Hall. We went to Chevy's, oddly enough, because that was what Joe was in "the mood" for. We both had beef fajita burritos, which I KNEW I shouldn't have had, I NEVER finish Chevy's food! *sigh* After that, we went back to my house to finish up "Bowling for Columbine," which is really good-- I don't see why Eva didn't like it when she got to see it in the theaters. Really, truly fantastic. I like Michael Moore, he's funny and inquisitive. However the movie just reinforced why I refuse to go into Broadcast Journalism-- people have the WORST impression of any journalist and a cameraman, but writing things down for print is different-- you have to avoid libel and slander much more delicately, and print is so much more memorable, permanent, and accessible.
Anyway.
Have I mentioned lately HOW MUCH I HATE MY MOM? I know, I know, hate is such an extreme word, but seriously, she's the primary reason why I'm probably apt to be labeled as dysfunctional and psychological. I'm a case, I just know it! Docs would LOVE to pick apart my brain! I stress SO EASILY because of her! It's not that she doesn't encourage me, but she has a sort of negligence that reminds me of the Brits and Colonial America-- "not there, we don't care!" She spends more time with her boyfriend than she does with me; she rarely calls me, and she bitches at me for the dumbest things. I know I ask her not to pester me about chores, but she always finds the worst time (when I have company, when I'm tired, etc.) to rail off and say I "have to START doing" my part around the house, because you know, I don't pay rent, and when I start getting paychecks, I better start paying rent!
Even Mike, who I finally talked to after ALL this time (he says hi, everyone!) says that's just wrong, and she's being a bitch. I couldn't agree more. She's pushing me to a breaking point. I don't know if I'll be able to survive another year. I'm hoping I can find a steady job with a decent enough income so I can at least do the SFSU dorm thing, but... *sigh* That looks like it might take a while. Geez.
My eye is killing me from this eye infection, and I'm just QUICKLY checking my email while talking to Joe about majors and stuff, and she marches out here in her dumb hat and proclaims I have to do the dishes before SHE wakes up, or she'll wake me up. And why? Because she's too damn lazy to do ANYTHING involving household chores herself. I'm not stupid, I realize how insurance and rent has gone up, I know she pays for a lot more than my dad, and yeah, maybe she DOES make less than him, but where does she get off being so bitchy and rude to me for no reason? She asks too much of me, and when I try to be even the least bit calm, civil, polite and understanding, she just ignores me!
Worse... I miss Lonnie. Cest pathetique! I guess he's busy with work and school now, and I suppose I will be too (work, anyway) but... *sigh* What can I say, I just want some silent company.
x_X I'm tired... I'll have to save the Peach Girl volume 16 final act translation for tomorow, before my orientation...
Can anyone tell me what a crew neck shirt looks like?
Anyway, going to log. Hehe, Gina IMd me! Amazing! Larisa told me not to mention her to Gina, but she sounded like she really wants to talk to her... she has a sort of stubborn air about it (sort of like me, I guess) where it's "If she doesn't want to talk to me, why should I talk to her?" Well, that never got anyone anywhere, did it? Yep yep, always the adviser...
